The insides were warm with familiarity of the most profane kind. Going outside never seemed right. Going outside never felt like anything other than staying inside. It seemed like everyone unknowingly carried the inside inside them to carry out as they went out. Sometimes we felt like ripping off our clothes, running naked and jumping into the pool of wilderness, exploding with some forgotten mad ecstacy all this while. Did we do it? How could we? Our clothes were always neatly piled in perfect stacks of a desperate need to be tucked away warm and comfortable next to the fire burning on dead wood from the dark forest of pains, pleasures, and unknown measures. Going outside never happened.
T..T…Tonight was burning cold with an anticipation of a storm. This storm has been brewing since the day we lost the barefoot run.
This storm gives us goosebumps.
Quiet. Silence. s i l e n c e…
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CRASH!
THUNDER!
BREAK!
MUSIC!
MUSES!
DANCE!
DANCE!
NAKED!
TRANCE!
DANCE!
CLIMB!
SCREAM!
FOREST!
DANCE!
WIND!
STORM!
SWARM!
DANCE!
Story Of The Footloose 
Shivers!
aitd
How do you do this?!!! You write, it pours from you, seamless….you can conjure up every feeling a person’s ever had in their whole life in the time it takes to read this!! My heart beats faster and Im not even sure what just happened but its always good! Your writing excites me and makes me feel rested at the same…guess I havent run out of words yet…
You know Maureen. I am not responsible. It happens on it’s own. But thank you so much. Your words do help this happen more often. Also I don’t think you’ll ever run out of words. 😀
If you are not responsible than I have no other choice but to believe that you are indeed magic which actually makes perfect sense to me…you keep giving me reason to spring up new feelings of so much of life and maybe you are right and I will never run out of words! 🙂
And it is good that you wouldn’t run out. Take care my friend! 🙂
it is very good! 🙂
Very nice use of concrete form and emphatic device with the uppercase letters. It really felt like falling calm before the storm.
Thank you. I am so glad to have touched the emotional spaces.
It’s a pleasure to read your poetry.
You are most welcome Prashant and we are thankful to you for ‘the’ recognition. 🙂
This poem is so good. The words were alive and made the reader fall into a better place.
Dear John it’s the good reader, much like youself, that breathes life into these words. Thank you. 🙂
Was my pleasure my friend and you are welcome.
Wow! Love this!
Tamara
Thank you Tamara! 🙂
I saved it so I can read it slowly, and really take it in. It is a pleasure to read your artful words!
Tamara ❤
My dear and kind Tamara. May it give you great joy and pleasure! 😀
magical!